Oh lily,
your midnight virginity
is a deranged thing of marvel,
your unkempt adolescence
excruciating, addicting.

Grazing your unimaginably porcelain skin
sends me floating on a cloudless sky
only my hands are bound,
keeping me from gripping your elongated limbs
of ivory smoothness and cobweb seduction.

You are the beastly dream in my mornings
a gush of thunderstorm in my summer sky
your splendor, the light in my coated lie
of a little ginger home
set under the beautiful darkened moon of forever.

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  • You write so well! Wish I had your talent. 🙂

    • wow, thanks for the comment! it’s a really really nice compliment 🙂